Pirate God Project

Finally staying up until night, and lying on her comfortable bed again, Aimar actually felt like she was surviving a disaster.

"Oh, I'm afraid tomorrow will be more difficult." He rubbed his sore temples and sighed softly, "Forget it, no matter what, I have to face it. Anyway, I can run like a monk, and I can run away. You can’t escape the temple; you can’t escape the first grade of junior high school, but you can’t escape the fifteenth grade. In this case, I can only face the strong wind with a smile.”

After lying on the bed and thinking for a while, Aimar couldn't come up with any solution.However, because of this, he looked away.Since you can’t think of a way, then, being happy is death, being unhappy is also death, and the same is death, so why not be more cheerful? As a master from Aimar’s hometown said: “You have to laugh when playing games, even if it’s your mentality. Laugh despite the explosion..."

In this kind of self-hypnosis, Aimar also gradually fell asleep.

He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but he suddenly felt that the quilt on his body seemed to be heavier.So, Aimar opened his eyes drowsily, trying to see what was going on.But he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and there was a dagger across his neck.

Amar: "Enemy Attack"

Seeing this, Aimar suddenly woke up, his eyes flashed, and he was ready to resist.However, a voice suddenly came from the darkness.

"do not move."

There was no emotion in this voice, as if it were made by a robot.

But when he heard this voice, Aimar breathed a sigh of relief and instantly dropped all his guard.Because this voice was so familiar to him.

Aimar smiled lightly and said: "Hepburn, why can't you sleep? If something happens, you can call me directly. I won't pretend to be asleep and ignore you, so... let's avoid this." .....”

With that said, Aimar stretched out his hand to remove the dagger across his neck.

Hepburn: "Don't move"

Amar: "Hiss..."

Listening to Hepburn's cold voice with a touch of murderous intent, Aimar froze completely, and the hand that was about to touch the dagger did not dare to move rashly anymore.

And when he saw the appearance of the dagger clearly, he was so frightened that the spirit of the dead appeared, and he couldn't help but gasped in his heart, "The dark blade, the ancient magic pattern... this... this is not What about Apophis? Am I so scary? She doesn't... she can't be jealous. If she wants... she wants to kill me directly... this... this... this The car really overturned and fell onto the spiral staircase. I couldn't die any more."

Thinking of this, Aimar spoke cautiously: "He...Hepburn, be cold...calm down, can we talk carefully...say..." Even Aimar himself can It felt that his voice was constantly trembling at this time.

Hearing this, Hepburn reached out and grabbed Aimar's hand that wanted to remove the dagger, and directly pressed it heavily on the bed.And she raised the hand holding the dagger slightly, causing the blade to move closer to Aimar.

Then, Hepburn said coldly: "From now on until I leave, you are not allowed to speak or move. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

"Hiss" Hearing this, Aimar quickly held his breath, fearing that he might accidentally offend this great aunt.

After saying that, Hepburn fell into silence.After an unknown amount of time, a few more imperceptible sounds came from the darkness.If Aimar listened carefully, it sounded like the sound of taking off clothes.

Aimar: "He...Hepburn, you..."

However, before he finished speaking, he felt the dagger on his neck getting closer again, and he quickly closed his mouth.

Hepburn: "No talking."

"Alas." Seeing this, Aimar sighed slightly in his heart, "The ancients honestly did not deceive me. There are really three thousand volumes of ink writing, but the word "love" is the most... the most painful and happy... ..."

In this way, he lay on the bed "contemplating death" and allowed himself to...become light

The weather tonight is very good, the sea is calm, and some waves make the black Lupine rise and fall slightly, as if sleeping in a cradle.

At this time, Aimar felt as if he had turned into a small boat, dancing slightly with the waves.

In such an environment, Aimar's stiff body gradually relaxed, and he couldn't help but breathed out a sigh of relief, "Huh~"

This call didn't matter, it directly woke up Hepburn who was immersed in spring.Her hand holding the dagger tightened momentarily, and she said in a cold voice: "Don't talk."

As a result, Aimar also fell into the cold winter from the warmth of spring.

"Whoo~"

A sigh of satisfaction came from the darkness.After a while, as if he had finally calmed down his inner turmoil, Hepburn said to Aimar again in a voice without emotion:

"I have already said that before I leave, you cannot speak or move. This is the last time I remind you that if you do it again, you will be responsible for the consequences."

"Hiss" Hearing this, Aimar took another breath of air in his heart, "This is too cruel. You can have fun as much as you want, but I have to hold it in no matter what the pleasure is. What a sin... ...Forget it, this can be considered a punishment for me. Since she will punish me, it means that she is still willing to forgive me, so I will try my best to cooperate with her."

Thinking like this, Aimar closed his eyes and began his career as a "wooden man".

"I'm an angry doll, I can't speak or move..."